My lady. He keeps calling her that and she's going to have to say something about it, but now isn't the time. If she doesn't do what she'd intended right away, then she might back out and put it off again, and that simply wouldn't do.

"I don't need much," she clarifies, turning on the datapad with a press of her thumb to the security panel. The screen illuminates with a collection of files and she holds it out to him. "These are all the reports on the most recent attempt on my life. I don't wish to discuss it, but I'm sure that Captain Typho will be eager to strategize security measures with you when we return to Coruscant."

Her tone is matter-of-fact, the picture of political poise to ensure that none of her emotion leaks into the words. The reports detail the attack that took place in the middle of the night while she'd been traveling on a planet with close diplomatic relations with Naboo. The attacker had gained access to the rooms she'd been assigned and set off a sleeping gas in the apartment. She'd woken to him standing over the bed, a bloody knife in his hand and her handmaiden-- Security had arrived then and the attacked had escaped by breaking the wide windows, only to be caught a few hours later and brought into custody.

Her handmaiden hadn't survived.